The moon shined upon a terrible sight that was better left hidden in the dark, you almost grimace at seeing your 'mother's wounds after failing at her role. It seemed jarring, even. But if you didn't want that to be you, you had to keep on a poker face, a smile. To stand back. Even if you didn't like it. Or... Was it? Was that really it?

And then, a voice snapped you out of your thoughts, as your 'older sister' smiled at you and said

"... I'm getting tired of this... And so are you... Right?"

she whispered to you, breaking her role for a moment with a sad smile as she looked outside of the window.